Chapter 9: Clubbing
<SELENA'S POV>
In the dimly lit therapy office, the clock's minute hand ticked away, marking the end of another session. I leaned back in my leather chair as I concluded my conversation with Mrs. Anderson. The room carried the faint aroma of scented candles, creating an ambiance of relaxation.
"That will be all for today, Mrs. Anderson," I said gently to the woman seated across from her, her deep brown eyes conveying a sense of warmth. "Make sure you try out the tips I gave you. I'm sure your husband will no longer be able to resist you after you do as I instructed."
"Thanks a lot, Dr. Selena," Mrs. Anderson replied with a genuine smile as she rose gracefully from her seat, her handbag held securely in her hands.
My gaze held a touch of seriousness as she added, "And remember, be proud of who you are. Be proud of your body and don't allow anyone, even your husband, to body shame you."
"I'll keep that in mind, Dr. Selena. Enjoy the rest of your day," Mrs. Anderson responded with a nod before exiting the office, her departure marked by the soft click of the door.
I sighed, my expressive face revealing traces of worry. I reflected on my client's concerns and my own situation, the weight of my responsibilities pressing upon me.
Mrs. Anderson had sought my guidance to enhance her intimate life, highlighting the insecurities she felt about her body. As a sex therapist, I was committed to helping her clients navigate such sensitive issues.
However, beyond my role as a therapist, I carried a heavy burden. My younger brother, Jeffrey, had been in a tragic accident that left him paralyzed. To regain his mobility, he needed an expensive surgery that I couldn't afford.
I had been working tirelessly, determined to gather the necessary funds for Jeffrey's surgery, but the financial obstacles felt insurmountable. The weight of my brother's future rested heavily on my shoulders.
As I contemplated my predicament, my phone rang, and I was brought back to the present. It was Dr. Steve, the physician overseeing Jeffrey's care
I immediately answered the call.
"Good evening, Dr. Steve," I greeted, my voice tinged with a mix of anticipation and anxiety.
"Good evening, Selena. How're you doing?" Dr. Steve inquired.
"I'm doing well, and you?" I responded.
"I'm fine. Jeffrey wants to speak with you," Dr. Steve explained.
My heart skipped a beat as my younger brother's tiny voice resonated through the phone. "Hi, Aunt Selena!" Jeffrey's cheerful voice brought a bittersweet smile to her face.
"How's my little angel doing?" I asked, my love for my brother evident.
"I'm doing great," Jeffrey replied, his innocence warming my heart.
"That's good. Make sure you be a good boy," I encouraged.
"I will," Jeffrey replied, his enthusiasm palpable.
Reluctantly, I requested, "Give the phone to Dr. Steve."
"Hey, Selena," Dr. Steve greeted warmly once the call was transferred.
"Dr. Steve, about the surgery fee, I'm still working on it, and I promise you, I'll get it very soon," I assured, my voice quivering with the weight of my promise.
Dr. Steve, displaying empathy and understanding, offered comforting words, "You don't have to put yourself under any pressure, Selena. Don't overwork yourself because of the surgery fee. Always remember, your health comes first before anything else. Make sure you don't stress yourself in the course of looking for money. I'll continue taking care of Jeffrey till you get the money."
My eyes welled with gratitude as I responded, "Thanks a lot, Dr. Steve. I'm really grateful."
"You don't have to thank me for anything, Selena. You and Jeffrey are like my family, and I'll always treat you both like family," Dr. Steve reassured.
"Alright, Dr. Steve. Goodbye," I said, her voice filled with genuine appreciation.
"Goodbye," Dr. Steve replied, disconnecting the call from his end.
As the call ended, I sighed deeply and leaned back in my chair, my thoughts consumed by the daunting challenge of raising the funds for my brother's surgery. I couldn't help but worry about Jeffrey's future and the immense pressure I felt to make it brighter.
The clock on my office wall indicated that it was six o'clock in the evening. I knew it was time to leave my workplace and return to her apartment, where her best friend, Tatiana, awaited her. However, the weight of my responsibilities continued to weigh heavily on her mind as I prepared to face the evening ahead.
With a heavy heart and a determined spirit, I locked my office and exited, embarking on the journey home, knowing that my battle to secure her brother's future was far from over.
After arriving at our apartment thirty minutes later, I paid the cab driver and stepped out of the vehicle, the chill of the evening air contrasting with the warmth of the cab's interior. My thoughts weighed heavily on my mind, and I approached the apartment with a sense of weariness.
Pushing open the front door, I entered the living room to find Tatiana busily cleaning the room with a vacuum cleaner. Her long-standing friendship with me was a source of comfort and familiarity in the midst of my worries.
She noticed the troubled expression on my face and paused her cleaning. Concern etched on her face, she bombarded me with questions, her voice filled with genuine care.
"What's up, Barbie doll? You look sad. Did something happen to you? Are you okay?" Tatiana's rapid-fire inquiries filled the room.
I sank onto a couch, the weight of my concerns becoming more apparent. "I'm worried about Jeffrey," I admitted with a sigh.
"But doctor Steve promised to take good care of him till you get the money for the surgery, so you don't have to be worried." Tatiana said, and I sighed
"I can't help but to worry about him. You know he's the only sibling I've got and I can't afford to see him paralysed forever." I said, and Tatiana nodded.
"I know you're worried about Jeffery and other stuff, but I know a way to take away your worries." Tatiana said, and I raised a questioning brow at her.
"How?"
“Let’s go clubbing!” Tatiana suggested.
Tatiana's suggestion hung in the air, a beacon of distraction from the weighty concerns that had been plaguing me. Her offer to go clubbing was met with my raised eyebrow, a silent question as to how this could possibly alleviate my worries.
My initial response was an incredulous, "Huh?"
"Yeah," Tatiana continued with enthusiasm, "I heard there's a new club opening tonight. Let's go there and have fun. That will ease off your stress and worries."
I shook my head in disagreement, my reservations about clubbing all too apparent. "Club? I can't go," I protested, citing my notorious low tolerance for alcohol and the inevitable consequences of my actions when under its influence.
Tatiana, however, exuded unwavering confidence, her smile radiating assurance. "Don't worry, Barbie doll. I'll be there with you. It's gonna be fine. When you get drunk, I'll bring you home so you have nothing to worry about."
After a brief pause, I finally relented with a resigned sigh. "Alright, but we are not gonna spend more than an hour at the club."
"Okay," Tatiana agreed, her understanding of my limitations accompanied by a promise to keep our excursion brief. With that, she returned to her task of cleaning the room, the prospect of our upcoming night out injecting an air of excitement into our apartment.
<THE GRAYSONS MANSION ~ 7PM>
★IVAN'S POV★
As I stepped out of the bathroom, the soft terrycloth towel securely wrapped around my waist, a sense of anticipation and excitement filled the air.
The evening held a special promise for me and my new girlfriend, Mrs. Meyer. We had planned to attend the grand opening of a new club, an occasion we saw as the perfect opportunity to celebrate the blossoming of our relationship.
The memories of our passionate encounter earlier in the day still echoed in my mind. The realization that I was no longer a virgin and the joy of having a girlfriend coursed through me like an electrifying current. I felt like a man, and the newfound confidence that came with it made me all the more eager to embark on this adventure.
With deliberate care, I applied a fragrant lotion to my skin, savoring the feeling as it absorbed, leaving me with a sensation of vitality. My closet held the key to my transformation for the evening, and I selected a sleek black jacket that exuded sophistication. It paired perfectly with the matching trousers that clung to my legs, emphasizing my tall and lean physique.
Completing the ensemble, I slipped into a pair of black sneakers that not only provided comfort for a night of dancing but also complemented my outfit flawlessly. A few strokes of a comb through my neatly arranged black hair added the final touch, ensuring that I looked every bit as dashing as I felt.
A contented smile crossed my lips as I examined my reflection in the full-length mirror. The image staring back at me radiated confidence and charisma, and I couldn't help but feel hot and breathtaking, as I usually did.
With my wallet bulging with fresh dollar notes and my trusty phone, retrieved from its resting place on the bed, I was well-prepared for the night's adventures. The tune of an Ariana Grande song hummed in my ears as I made my way out of the mansion.
Reaching the garage, I encountered my prized possession—a sleek black Bugatti. The purr of its powerful engine brought an extra surge of adrenaline, a promise of the thrilling night ahead. As I navigated towards the iron gates, they gracefully swung open, courtesy of Benji, the dedicated gate man.
"Hey, Benji," I called out through the car window. "I won't be back until tomorrow morning."
"Alright, young master. Good night," Benji replied, offering a friendly nod as he watched my departure.
With that, I sped away from the opulent compound, heading straight to the club where Mrs. Meyer and I had arranged to meet. The thrill of the night ahead buzzed in my veins, invigorating my senses.
Fifteen minutes later, I arrived at the club, gracefully parking in the bustling lot. Stepping out of the car, I tucked the car key into my pocket and reached for my phone as it chimed with a message from Mrs. Meyer.
MRS. MEYER: WHERE ARE YOU, SWEETHEART?
I responded promptly, my fingers dancing across the screen:
IVAN: JUST GOT TO THE CLUB, AND I'M CURRENTLY OUTSIDE.
Almost immediately, her reply arrived:
MRS. MEYER: WAIT OUTSIDE. I'M COMING TO MEET YOU.
Pocketing the phone once more, I leaned casually against my car, soaking in the vibrant atmosphere of the club. The pulsating rhythm of the music and the anticipation of the night ahead were palpable.
Moments later, she emerged from the club's entrance, and my breath caught as I beheld her stunning figure. The black gown she wore clung to her like a second skin, accentuating her curves and leaving me momentarily breathless.
"Hey, darling!" she greeted me with a radiant smile, her cute dimples adding to her allure. I couldn't resist the pull, drawing her closer to me as our lips met in a passionate kiss.
Our connection was electrifying, and we surrendered to it without reservation. Her hands found their way to my neck, and my own roamed her body, discovering the contours that had been hidden beneath the gown. Our lips moved in a synchronized dance, our desires laid bare in every caress and kiss.
We finally broke the kiss, our chests heaving with desire, our eyes locked in an intimate gaze. She whispered, "I love you so much, Ivan," and my heart swelled with affection.
"I love you more, Mrs. Meyer," I replied, teasingly.
She responded with a mischievous glint in her eyes, "Don't call me Mrs. Meyer again. You can just call me Eliza."
I nodded in agreement, a playful grin tugging at my lips. "Alright, Eliza, let's go in and shut this club down."
Together, we ventured into the vibrant heart of the club, the night ahead brimming with the promise of unforgettable moments and thrilling adventures.